Chapter 93: Forbidden Zone (Fifth update, please subscribe!)
abandoned bathroom,
Luofu carried the small black suitcase, stood in front of the broken mirror, and arranged his hair happily.
Myrtle was floating in the air, looking obsessively at this handsome face that even Ms. Gray was thinking about. She asked softly: "Are you sure you want to go in?"
"Of course, but there's no need to be so happy, right? Your mouth is grinning to the back of your head." Rolf looked at the smiling Myrtle in the mirror.
"No, Rolf...I just think of happy things."
"whats the matter?"
"If you die, I would like you to share this toilet with me." Myrtle's face turned silver-white from shyness.
"..."
"Although I don't want to compete with Ms. Gray for a man, but you are like this, I am willing to give it a try... My toilet works very well, and I also have a jacuzzi."
"I will seriously consider your suggestion." Rolf stared at the side of the copper faucet, directed his voice at the little snake, and shouted in Parseltongue: "Open."
The copper faucet emits a dazzling white light and begins to rotate rapidly, and the pool slowly moves, as if a mechanism has been opened, finally revealing a very thick water pipe.
Rolf got into the water pipe and slid down the pipe. His wand was raised, and the tip of the wand shone brightly, illuminating the surrounding area.
This pipe has numerous openings and is connected to other pipes in all directions.
Obviously, you can eventually find the secret room along any of the drainage pipes of Hogwarts, but the whole system is too complicated, like a maze, and it is easy to get completely lost before you find it.
Luofu slid along this thick pipe, twisting and turning, and the mountain road had eighteen twists and turns, but the whole thing still slid deeper.
Luo Fu couldn't help but think that the secret room could be developed into a roller coaster project in the future, allowing students to pay to ride it.
The water pipe finally changed from curved to horizontal, and the boy emerged from the mouth of the pipe. The vines grabbed him and slowed him down slowly, so that he did not fly out directly.
Luo Fe stood up and stepped on a piece of solid ground. It was dark all around, and the wand could only illuminate an area.
The boy took out a magic barometer from his pocket. It could determine the altitude based on the air pressure at the location.
According to the magic barometer, it is one thousand meters underground, which is already under the Black Lake and the Slytherin Common Room.
As Rolf walked forward, his eyes suddenly flashed like flashlights, allowing him to see the entire tunnel clearly.
He walked towards the side of the tunnel, where there was a small statue of a young wizard with a proud smile on his face.
There is also a name engraved on the back of the statue:
Corvinus Gaunt!
Luofu silently memorized the name, carried the black leather box, and continued walking forward.
There are bones of small animals everywhere on the ground, and the outline of a huge creature is coiled on the side, lying motionless on the other side of the tunnel.
The light shines on a huge snake skin, green and very bright, lying coiled on the ground of the tunnel.
Luofu planned to take the snake skin away. This thing is also a treasure. It would be a waste to leave it here like this.
Of course, the most precious thing is the guy in the depths.
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"Are you... okay..."
Listening to the familiar stuttering sound, Harry felt that it had never sounded so beautiful as it did today, as if it was the sound of nature.
Harry stood up with difficulty, pulled the black vines apart, and patted the dust on his body. He almost cried and said gratefully:
"Thank you, Professor Quirrell!"
The wand in Quirrell's hand shot out a ball of flame and rescued Ron who was tied up. He explained:
"This is a devil's net...they are afraid of...fire..."
Ron stood up and said with lingering fear: "Why put such a dangerous thing here? We were almost strangled to death!"
"Then why are you here..." Professor Quirrell asked: "This is a restricted area, not a place where you should come."
"Professor, I know someone is stealing..." Harry lowered his voice and said, "The Philosopher's Stone, right?"
"You...how do you know..." Quirrell seemed very surprised.
"We have guessed it a long time ago." Ron said with a proud smile: "Professor Snape stole it, right?"
Quirrell stared at Ron for a moment, then sighed deeply, seeming very uncomfortable.
"It's... him! I didn't expect Severus... to sink to this level."
"Professor Quirrell, is Snape really serving that person?" Harry said cautiously: "Volde... the devil."
Quirrell reacted greatly when he heard the name, and his whole body was trembling.
"Harry, don't say that name again!" Ron whispered in panic, as if he was worried that Voldemort would hear him.
"Okay, but...the mysterious man isn't here, so what are you afraid of?" Harry sighed.
"I'm leaving." Quirrell interrupted Harry, as if he was afraid of hearing dangerous words such as "murderer" and "beast" from his mouth.
He was in Albania last year and was tricked by that boy Scamander.
"Professor Quirrell, let us join you." Harry said quickly: "It is too dangerous for you to face Snape alone. We can help, right, Ron?"
The corner of Ron's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say "Trust Professor Quirrell"...but in the end he didn't say it and just nodded.
Quirrell looked at Harry, seemingly moved, and nodded: "Oh, as expected of you, the Boy-Who-Lived... Potter, you are so brave.
Come on, let's stop Snape together."
Harry and Ron were immediately full of confidence. Ron asked curiously: "Professor, why did you wear the scarf again?"
"I don't want everyone to see my bald head." Quirrell led the way.
"Sorry, Professor." Ron apologized quickly: "Although you are bald, in my opinion, you have an inner beauty, which is much better than Snape who is not bald..."
"Thank you for the compliment...Weasley!"
The three of them walked along the corridor and soon entered a bright room, with countless sparkling keys flying in the air like little birds.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But the door has been opened, and there is a key inserted in it. It wants to get out of the keyhole, but it is trapped inside by magic.
"Looks like we don't need to bother to capture the keys anymore." Quirrell pushed the door open and the three of them entered the second room.
The room was pitch dark and nothing could be seen. As soon as they stepped in, the room was suddenly brightly lit, illuminating a shocking scene.
The entire room is a huge wizard's chessboard. They must use their bodies to win the game in order to move to the next room.
Ron took the initiative to take on the burden of playing chess. Although he was eaten, he helped Quirrell and Harry reach the room at the end.
"Ron!" Harry stood by the door, looking at Ron who was unconscious on the chessboard, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, Potter... He's just unconscious, his life is not in danger." Quirrell urged: "We have to hurry up, otherwise the Sorcerer's Stone..."
Under Quirrell's persuasion, Harry had no choice but to move on and came to a new room, where a murdered troll lay on the ground.
They stepped over the giant monster's thick legs and walked towards the next room. There was only a table with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it.
As soon as the two of them crossed the threshold, two flames, purple and black, rose up behind them, sealing both doors.
Harry grabbed a roll of parchment placed next to the bottle and read it gently. Only halfway through, he scratched his hair and said with a headache:
"It's a logical reasoning question, but I can't understand it at all and can't reason out the answer... Professor Quirrell, can you do it?"
Quirrell just shook his head and said: "No need...Snape has already gone in, which means there is a bottle of potion...a lot will be drank..."
Quirrell picked up the smallest bottle, shook it and said, "Only half of the potion is left. Professor Snape hasn't finished it... Let's take a sip each."
Quirrell raised his wand, conjured two small cups, divided the last bit of potion into them, and drank one cup first.
Harry took a deep breath, drank the potion, walked into the black flames, and then smoothly reached the other side and entered the last room.
A wizard was already standing there.
yes……
Snape!
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